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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.