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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.