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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.