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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.