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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu 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,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.