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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.