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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.