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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
MC5,
Neu!,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.