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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Liliput to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.