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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.