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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Television,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.