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 New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.