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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.