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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.