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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.