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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.