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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.