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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.