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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.