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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.