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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.