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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 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,
Whodini,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Television,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Gong,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.