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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.