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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.