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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.