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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.