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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.