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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.