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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.