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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.