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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.