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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.