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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.