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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.