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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.