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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.