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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Music Machine to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.