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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
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.