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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.