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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.