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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.