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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.