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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.