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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jandek to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.