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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
10cc,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.