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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Zapp,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.