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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.