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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.