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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane 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.