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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.