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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.