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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.