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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.