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 Paraguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.