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 Iran and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.