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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.