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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.