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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.