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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Rakim,
The Names,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.