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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.