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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.