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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.