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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.