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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Move to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Audionom,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.