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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.