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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Scion,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.