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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.