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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Organ,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Pole,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Main Source,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.