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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the jazz 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.