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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Motions to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.