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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Oneida,
Organ,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.