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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.