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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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?
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.