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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.