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 Mozambique 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.