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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.