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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.