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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.