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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
UT,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.