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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.