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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
EPMD,
a-ha,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.