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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.