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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.