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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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