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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.