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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Technova,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.