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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Halifax and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.