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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
John Cale,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Cameo,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.