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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.