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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.