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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.