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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Index,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.