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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.