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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.