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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.