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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.