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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.