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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.