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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.