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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 an oboe 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.