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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Tom Boy to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.