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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.