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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.