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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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?
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.