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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.