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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.