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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.