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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
JFA,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.