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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Motorama to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.