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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Scion,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.