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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the funk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Brick,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.