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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.