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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.