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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.