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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.