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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.