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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.