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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the dance 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.