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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Television,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.