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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.