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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
The Residents,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.