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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Visage,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Faust,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.