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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.