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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.