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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.