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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 a rhodes and a marimba 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.