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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.