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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.