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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
MDC,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.