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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.