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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.