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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.