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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.