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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.