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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
UT,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.