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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Bill Near,
Slave,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.