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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
New Order,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.