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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
DNA,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Can,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.