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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.