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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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?
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Monks,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.