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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The Motions to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.