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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
CMW,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.