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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.