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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.