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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.