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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.