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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.