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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Deakin,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.