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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.