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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.