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 Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Index,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
10cc,
Kayak,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.