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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.