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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.