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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.