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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.