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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
UT,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.