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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.