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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
PIL,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.