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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.