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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Wings,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.