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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.