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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.