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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.