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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.