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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Man Parrish to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
JFA,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.