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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Symarip,
the Swans,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.