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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.