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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
MC5,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.