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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.