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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.