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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.