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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.