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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.