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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.