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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Seeds to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 oboe and a mellotron 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.