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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mummies to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.