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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.