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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.