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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.