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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Swans,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.