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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.