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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.