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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Organ,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.