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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Japan,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Can,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.