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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Faust,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.