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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
The Names,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.