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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 KRS-One 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.