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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Brick,
The Index,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.