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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.