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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.