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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Sparks,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.