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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.