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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
10cc,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.