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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.