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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.