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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 China Crisis to the disco 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.