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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.