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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.