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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.