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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.