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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
DNA,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.