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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.