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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
JFA,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.