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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Swans,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.