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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.