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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.