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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.