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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.