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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.