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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.