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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crime to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Television,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.