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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.