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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.