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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.