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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.