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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.