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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.