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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.