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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.