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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 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 Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Faust,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.