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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.