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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.