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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.