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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.