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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.