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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.