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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.