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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.