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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.