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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.