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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.