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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.