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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.