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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.