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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.