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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.