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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.