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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Television,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.