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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.