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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 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?
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
PIL,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.