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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.