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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.