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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the punk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Television,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.