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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 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?
John Holt,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.