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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.