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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.