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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.