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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.