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 Samoa 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pussy Galore 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.