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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.