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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.