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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.