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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Index,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Wire,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.