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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.