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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Infiniti to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.