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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Can,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.