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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.