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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.