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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.