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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.