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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.