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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Wings,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.