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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Franke,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
ABC,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.