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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.