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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
the Slits,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.