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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.