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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
X-101,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.