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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.