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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin 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?
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.