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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.