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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.