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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Technova,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.