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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.