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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Ohio Players to the funk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.