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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Wire,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.