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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.