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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
10cc,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.