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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.