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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and an organ 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.