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 Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.