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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.