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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.