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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.