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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.