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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.