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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.