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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.