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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Deakin,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.