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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.