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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Y Pants to the funk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.