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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.