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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
X-101,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.