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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Niagra,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.