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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.