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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Interpol to the disco 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.