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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Zeros to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.