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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.