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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Swans,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.