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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.