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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
UT,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Pole,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.