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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.