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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 a theremin and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Japan,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.