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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.