Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
ABC,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.