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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.