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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skarface to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.