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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Technova,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.