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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.