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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.