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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
UT,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.