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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a marimba 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.