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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Gong,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.