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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.