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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.