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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.