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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.