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 Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Pole,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.