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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Mars,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.