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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Whodini,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.