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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.