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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Television,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.