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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.