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 Burundi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.