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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.