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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Ituana,
The Cure,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.