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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Pole,
Rekid,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.