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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.