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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.