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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.