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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Index,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.