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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Television,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.