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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Symarip to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Television,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.