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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the crunk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.