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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Japan,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.