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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Technova,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.