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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.