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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 London and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bluetip to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.