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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Roxette,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.