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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.