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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the techno 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.