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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Niagra,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.