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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swans to the funk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.