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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.