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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.