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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.