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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.