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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.