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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.