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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Smog,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.