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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Can,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.