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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.