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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.