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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Smog,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.