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 Albania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.