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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Madrid and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Marine Girls to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.