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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.