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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 sitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.