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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.