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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.