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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.