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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.