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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.