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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.