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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.