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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.