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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Erasure,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.