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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.