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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Monks,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.