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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and an organ 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Monks,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.