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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.