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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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?
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.