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 China and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.