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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.