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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.