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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kinks to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
X-101,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.