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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.