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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Fatback Band 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Symarip,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.