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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slits to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.