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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.