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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.