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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.