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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.