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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.