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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Litter to the dance 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.