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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.