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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Happenings to the rap 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.