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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.