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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Television,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.