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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.