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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DJ Style to the crunk 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Mars,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.