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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.