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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.