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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
UT,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
the Association,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.