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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.