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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.