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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.