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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.