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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.