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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.