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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.