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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.