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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Can,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.