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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.