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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skriet to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.