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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.