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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.