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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.