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 Belize 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Move to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.