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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.