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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Index to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.