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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.