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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.