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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Ten City,
June Days,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Magma,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.