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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.