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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.