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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.