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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
DNA,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.