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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.