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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Ossler 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Can,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.