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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.