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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.