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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.