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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.