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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.