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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.