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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.