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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the funk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Nas,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.