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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
MC5,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.