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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.