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 Canada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.