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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Star Department 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.