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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.