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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Slits 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.