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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.