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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.