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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.