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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.