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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.