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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.