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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.