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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a theremin 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.