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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.