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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.