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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.