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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
The Index,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.