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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Black Pus,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.