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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
JFA,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.