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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
UT,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.