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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.