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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 808 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Can,
Arcadia,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Skriet,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.