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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Five Americans to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Skriet,
The Move,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.