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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.