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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 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?
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.