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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.