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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.