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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.