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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.