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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.