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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.