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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.