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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.