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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Can,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.