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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.