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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Echospace to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.