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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.