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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
DNA,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.