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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.