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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
CMW,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.