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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Organ,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.