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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Skarface,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.