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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.