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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
cv313,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Mars,
The Standells,
Darondo,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.