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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.