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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.