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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.