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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.