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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.