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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.