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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.