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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.