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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Evens,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.