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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
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.