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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
The Move,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.