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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.