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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.