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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.