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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.