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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.