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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.