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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.