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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.