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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.