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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cowsills to the dance 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.