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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.