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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.