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 Yemen 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 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 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.