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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.