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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.