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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Wire,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Main Source,
the Normal,
ABC,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
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.