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 Uruguay 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Pole,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.