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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.