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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.