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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Visage,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.