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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.