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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.