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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.