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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.