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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Shoche,
MDC,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.