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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.