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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 The Real Kids to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
June Days,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Crime,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.