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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
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Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.