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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sällskapet to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.